I’m convinced that the Universe was conspiring against me. Really. Because, I missed it and I’m kinda ticked at myself. Yes, there is a photo. Yes, it is of the moon, even during an eclipse. But it is NOT the one that happened this morning. Sadly, it is one I got back in 2015.

I hate labels. I always have. Labels create boxes that we then feel the need to try and fit into. The problem comes when you realize that the box for your Label #1 isn’t the same box as someone else’s Label #1. If you aren’t x, y, & z, then you don’t fit their Label #1. Then another person says that you need to be p, x & z to fit that same box, but you are b & z and purple and 5 and emotions and you associate all of that with Label #1. Labels do serve a purpose. They help us to understand other people, but more often than not, we use them to stereotype and judge rather than to understand. We use them not just to judge others, but to judge ourselves as well.

Another one from a few years ago. I’d wanted to get a shot of a similar moon last night, but with the new houses behind us, I don’t have the same opening to grab the shot I wanted without also getting a huge section of roof as well. That and I’m sure the neighbors would have thought it strange, me out there with my camera on a tripod aimed in the general direction of their back window. Maybe I need to just not care and take the shots anyway.